These short subjects were written during my drive to Seminary. I'm very careful to keep my eyes on the road, and not even try to write while I'm in traffic. Writing without looking takes some doing, and sometimes I can't read any of it! Usually, though, when I get home, I can decifer enough of my writing to recontruct what I wrote.
None of this is truly poetry; it is my version of Haiku, and just little snapshots of what I see, or think about, on my long drive.
Hurtling toward home,
Their bodies encased
Written on my way home, September 11, 2001
A sedate autumn jazz
The shanty town sprung
4x4's and suv's line up
Their breath crystalizing
(The above three written the morning all the ice-fishermen took over the bay)
Light frosting covers
Bursts of gold dot the
5:04 PM
I want to both update my poetry page and try to get this linked onto the message board, so bear with me.
my body encased in steel,
my heart lead-heavy.
in steel, they hurtle towards
eternity.
symphony
of green is punctuated by
riffs of color
up overnight like mushrooms
on a forest floor.
like box cars along
the road side.
in the bitter cold, the
huddled figures wait.
the bravely blooming
crocuses and irises.
barren landscape;
willows herald spring's
arrival.
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